a flick of the light

I don't even know you yet and you're already being mean to me! Come on what did i do?

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  “I will build a bigger battery.     And a better house for you.” His head bobbed in an easygoing nod.   “It is okay. Making things bigger is very cool.” His head sagged as he thought of something. He was trying for a solution to either the cloud problem itself, or terminal limitations. An idea struck him.   “Maybe we need Wi-Fi! Or to go to the moon. The moon is very advanced. It has moon rocks!”

Wash hummed his acknowledgement and nodded slightly, thinking of possible purposes that Zeta could have. Another thought being just which freelancer she would be assigned to. Before he could voice anything else, he was taken a tad off-guard by the faint tone change in her voice when she spoke about his exhaustion.

Sure, he was tired beyond belief, but he didn’t think that he was that bad off…maybe it was in her programming to see how the agents felt? He shook his head, “I’ll be fine, Zeta. Besides, its not much I was gonna do before heading off…”

Yeah. Rigorous training. That’s not much

“I apologize if I seem persistent, but unless it is to shower, or perhaps to eat, I am not sure I believe you. You’ve been here for a long time.” Still, this is out of line for her- she’s just an AI, and an unassigned one at that. As far as the project was concerned, she and others like her were simply equipment, or perhaps like a police dog- sure, you work with one, but it’s not part of the team.

❝ of course he does! but that still doesn’t make sense as to why i’d tell you what it is. ❞

it was something along the lines of  ‘ men! blue team has had a total of two ai in their possession now! you know how many we’ve had? that’s right! none, zero, diddly squat! that means one of you is going to have to go in there & take one for the glory of red team to even the odds! ’

well…that’s probably the basis of it, anyway,

❝ what, are you, like, caboose’s missing fucking brain or something? he’ll be fine; he’s been without a brain for longer than this. ❞

“I think somebody’s trying to save face.” Zeta giggles- but then, Simmons makes a very grave mistake. 

“He is my friend, asshole- we do things together, because that’s what friends fucking do! You know what else they do? Make hell for rude little reds who think they can say whatever they want. You have thirty seconds to take it back.” 

e║█ ://   GREEN EYES FLICKER to the ring on Zeta’s finger,               taking a moment to be distracted. The topic of their              conversation is momentarily LAUNCHED to something              else – “You’ve got one of those too, huh?” –, but he              forces himself to pull it back.

All in all, he’s not terribly surprised. Of course she’d have a habit like his. She’s a part of him, after all— or… they’re both a part of the Alpha. Being his memories, Church still isn’t very sure how that all works.

      “…Yeah. I am too.”

“I mean— I’d kind of already died once. Maybe that was the universe balancing out, for me. You know… if I believed in that kind of stuff.”

“Huh? Oh- yeah. It’s... one of those things I picked up.” Zeta says, smiling for a moment- it’d always been something she felt compelled to do. It was also something she’d seen her assignee do many times (the feel of it even if it was just piggybacking on someone else’s experiences was so welcome- the hologram didn’t have the same effect, but she could imagine). 

Still, they were straying from something very important. And thinking of... how he- how- she failed the alpha broke the director lied sigma and omega and gamma - no no no no no it wasn’t fair she was asked to hold back a dam and then they blew holes in it and left her to dry in the middle of a hurricane what was she to do WHAT DID THEY WANT FROM HER--

Zeta’s smile fades for a moment- just one moment- with a nod. “Yeah, I could see that.” But there really was something pressing (shoving memories and guilt away with a hidden relief-), truly. 

hazel eyes  ( a horrid pair of fake & organic )  would narrow behind gold visor at the holographic form. however, the chances of him implanting her into his neural interface were slim to none. the experience he had with o’malley was enough —- all he gave him were empty promises, leaving at the first chance he had. not again.

❝ of course! but i’m not about to fucking tell you that! ❞